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My Average Summer Day

As I take a breath of the fresh morning air, just over the horizon- The sun rises The birds are chirppin'- cars are driving As I exhale my first breath-it hits me The vast foggy morning heat comes across my body. What happen'd to spring? Why the sudden heat? Perhaps a change in climate- In humans? Maybe it has always been like this? These are questions I ask myself as my thoughts drift further from reality and deeper into my curiosity for the unknown. I've always been infatuated with walking thru doors without knowing what's on the other side. You could say: I'm a truth seeker.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/2/2011 11:41:00 AM
You certainly have a theme going here and touch on a lot of thoughts and ideas... but.. i would like to know excatly where you are as you take your first breath of morning? Also i think the last stanza kind of goes off track slightly.. I don"t think it makes as much sense to me as it makes to you.... however.. i bough to any truth seeker..
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